Dirt

"Anything Goes"

Dirt
Rodney Clawson, Chris Tompkins

You get your hands in it
Plant your roots in it
Dusty headlight dance with your boots in it
You write her name on it
Spin your tires on it
Build your cornfield whiskey bonfires on it
You bet your life on it, yeah

CHORUS
It’s that elm shade, red rust clay you grew up on
That plowed up ground that your Dad damned his luck on
That postgame party field you circle up on
And when it rains you get stuck on
Drift a cloud back behind county roads that you run up
The mud on her jeans that she peeled off and hung up
Her blue eye’d summer time smile looks so good that it hurts
Makes you wanna build a 10 percent down
White picket fence house on this dirt

You’ve mixed some sweat with it
Taken a shovel to it
You’ve stuck some crosses and some painted goal posts through it
You know you came from it and someday you’ll return to this

REPEAT CHORUS

You know you came from it
And someday you’ll return to this

REPEAT CHORUS

Makes you wanna build a 10 percent down
White picket fence house on this dirt
You know you came from it
Yeah and someday you’ll return to it

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